I wish that “joining a gym” was actually news worthy but it really isn’t. This probably the, wait, hold on, I think I can remember…this IS the fifth gym I’ve joined- so it’s not really all that exciting or anything new for that matter. But I’m feeling better about it this time around- eh, I always feel good about it in the beginning so I guess that’s not really news worthy either. Anyway, I joined a gym yesterday and I will be going for the first time TODAY!

I joined an all women’s gym in hopes that I will feel confident enough to step foot in there prior to any drastic weightloss— in order to LOSE A DRASTIC AMOUNT OF WEIGHT! Grrr…Why do I hate exercising so much? I don’t mean I dislike it- I mean I HATE it! Like it makes me feel nauseated when I think about it, even just going for a walk seems like torture. SO BORING! I hate walking “for pleasure”- to me there’s nothing pleasurable about it. Even though I live in a beautiful area and am surrounded by lovely parks and quaint, very walkable streets, I just can’t seem to find any joy in “going for a walk”. Maybe that will change with weightloss, but I doubt it. I’ve never enjoyed walking- seems like a waste of time. I do however love hiking and riding my bike- but those are off limits for a while. So I’m hoping that by joining a gym, AGAIN, that I will find a decent distraction in whatever is on TV while I’m on the treadmill and eventually (approximately 4 weeks from now) I’ll be able to take an aerobics class or body pump or SOMETHING that doesn’t require being completely stationary and/or WALKING!

You’re probably thinking that I need to change my attitude, and you’re probably right, but it’s not going to happen…unless of course I suddenly enjoy walking. Yeah, I know, thought beget feelings, blah, blah, blah…I HATE WALKING!

So anyway- I had my two week follow up with the surgeon yesterday- also known as Mr. Personality. He’s SO quiet and dry that it’s almost funny. I can’t do an impression of him in writing because there aren’t enough descriptors in my vocabulary, but suffice it to say, he is…a great surgeon and it’s a good thing the majority of his time that is spent with his patients is while they’re out cold. Regardless, my appointment went well- I’m healing nicely and he’s pleased with my progress. Duh.

I’ve moved on to “soft foods”, which basically means anything except: bread (I know it’s soft but it’s gluey) raw vegetables, raw fruit (except bananas), dry and dryish meat, melba toast, Triscuits, and anything fried, sugary or fatty. So far, so good. This week I’ve dined on deli turkey and cheese, meatloaf and mashed cauliflower with peas, macaroni with meat sauce (mostly the meat sauce), grilled chicken with broccoli and Alfredo, Chex cereal with milk, sugar free pudding and Chrystal Light popsicles. It’s nice to have more complex flavors and textures.

I’m supposed to eat a half a cup of food three times per day plus two snacks and LOTS of liquids and protein. Let me tell you, it’s hard as hell to get that all in, in one day! I’m a big water drinker and I like to chug it but because my stomach (pouch) is to teeny tiny I can’t, so I have to try to sip all day. (I’m a whiner aren’t I? Sheesh!) It really is hard though. I want to chug but I have to sip and then when I’m hungry I have to wait 30 minutes since my last sip to actually eat- then wait another 30 to drink again. This leaves me feeling thirsty almost constantly. Sometimes I forget and I take a big gulp- fortunately I remember before I swallow but still. I have swallowed too much water at one time, in-fact I do it several times a day- not huge swallows, but too much. When that happens, it hurts. The pain only lasts a few seconds but it grosses me out to think about too much water in a my teen tiny pouch. I know it’s supposed to stretch a bit, but thinking about it stretching gives me the eeby jeebies.

I’ve only lost three pounds since my last post- I think most of it is water weight. The Dr. didn’t seem concerned- he says “you WILL lose weight, it’s impossible not to”. But if you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time you know that my body is a real pistol so I can’t say I’m surprised by this lack of loss. I was hoping I’d be one of those success stories that lost 90lbs in the first three months, but it’s not looking like that’s going to be the case. Instead I will be one of those slow steady types- greeeeat…

I guess that’s all for now. Here’s to walking on a treadmill for the next four weeks. Yay!